Two of the builders I met have been on the job for more than ten years. And the way they talked about it, with such love and with a sense of personal pride in all they’d manage to achieve I found myself wishing the building sites I get involved with were more like this one. Wishing I could be there working with them every day. Even if it takes another ten years.
San Francesco al Prato has ben covered in scaffolding for as long as I can remember. The basilica is no more per se. Instead the building will be a secular place, for concerts for meeting and music. A temple for a new century perhaps. But they’d better get a move on.